Knickers – Getting to the Bottom of Things

A glimpse of white

I make absolutely no secret of my knicker fetish: since as long as I can remember, I’ve been trying to look up girls’ skirts to get a glimpse of what lies beneath.

How did this begin? Who can say for sure, but one episode from my childhood is still burnt into my kaleidoscope of sexual awakening: I was at a boarding school for disabled children. One of the young care staff – let’s call her, Jane – stepped over me as I was lying on the floor of our day room. She had on a psychedelic, flippy miniskirt it was the Sixties after all) but underneath that, she was completely naked! Not only that, she was completely shaved.

This is something that, to this day, I insist upon with anyone with whom I have sex (not just submissives). That beautiful expanse of puffy flesh, divided by that darling little crease, sets my pulse racing and my cock stiffening like nothing else. I love giving oral sex but I can only do so if I’m not having to fight with a tangled forest of odiferous pubic hair. Thankfully, fashion has caught up with my kink in this respect.

Having seen Jane in all of her smooth, naked glory, you would think that the sight or flash of a girl’s knickers would be a disappointment to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. A flash of white knickers is even more tantalising and that is why schoolgirls, of the adult variety and of the playmate tendency, must wear deliciously innocent white, cotton knickers.

I love flipping up her little skirt, when my Kitten is bent over or lying across my lap, and smoothing my hand over the swell of her bottom. I love the sight of the bare flesh and then the curve of the cotton fabric. I like to leave her knickers in place for the initial spanking and then either pull them down to upper or mid thigh or give her a nice, tight wedgie: this has the added advantage of stretching the fabric across her vulva and giving more than a hint of that secret little place after which so many of us spend so long questing, fantasising, masturbating.

The vulval groove

Thanks to my friend Molly, I now know not to call the delightful little crease in the centre of her knickers a ‘cameltoe’, since some women find the term offensive. I will, henceforth, describe this as a ‘vulvine groove’– for that, essentially, is what it is.

These aren’t regulation, Kitten!

I digress – back to the matter in hand. So our schoolgirl submissive must be attired in white, cotton knickers, the plainer and the more innocent-looking the better. Of course, we Doms can have a lot of fun with adding extra punishment for infractions of our rules on appropriate schoolgirl knickers:

These are not regulation, Missy!

The wearer is then subject to extra punishment, sometimes removal of said knickers (anything too brief or slutty, especially skimpy thongs), and these will often be balled and stuffed into the wearer’s mouth as an impromptu gag; not before giving them a really good sniff to check for arousal, which is almost inevitable and smells heavenly.

Sometimes, I instruct my Kitten to keep her knickers on throughout her punishment and even while bringing her to her first orgasm:

Cum in those beautiful knickers for Daddy, Kitten!

She will squirm and writhe as I apply toys through the fabric which will bring her to completion but with the added barrier of that thin layer of cotton which is moistening moment by moment.

A festoon of knickers

This is not to say that I only enjoy seeing white, cotton schoolgirl knickers: I love knickers of every shape and size, although I do draw the line at the Bridget Jones-style granny pants. Often, while shopping on Amazon, my eye will be distracted by some sexy knickers from Fruit of the Loom, Calvin Klein or Velvet Pussy. I will then wallow in my knicker fantasy for a good half an hour, adding item after item to my basket and showering my Kitten with more and more beautiful knickers to adorn her most secret and beautiful assets.

I haven’t ever counted how many pairs she owns but I’m sure we must be past two hundred pairs. I have told her that one day I want them all spread out on the bed so that we can roll around and play with each other, surrounded by those wonderful little bits of fabric after which I lust so much.

Since we are in a long-distance relationship (LDR) I keep a pair of her schoolgirl knickers in a Ziploc bag in my toy cupboard. When I miss her too badly, I open the bag and press the knickers to my face, inhaling deeply of her sweet, musky scent. I am in seventh heaven.

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